John Prine

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We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love… and then we return home. - Australian Aboriginal proverb

Bazootiehead-in-training

30 March 2020, 11:47 AM

CHAS

Very talented man who can write the most depressing lyrics.

30 March 2020, 02:19 PM

big al

Sorry to hear that. I've liked him since I first heard him in the '70s.

Hope an angel from Montgomery comes to his aid.

Big Al

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Money seems to buy the most happiness when you give it away.

Why does everything have to be so complicated, all in the name of convenience. -ShiroKuro

A lifetime of experience will change a person. If it doesn't, then you're already dead inside. -MarkJ

30 March 2020, 03:35 PM

Nina

quote:
Originally posted by CHAS:
Very talented man who can write the most depressing lyrics.

"There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose...."

Like that?

But then we also have this gem:

"Come back to us, Barbara Lewis, hare krishna, beauregard...."

(One of my favorite lyrics of all time, because it's just so, well, lyrical

)

30 March 2020, 04:24 PM

CHAS

quote:
Originally posted by Nina:
quote:
Originally posted by CHAS:
Very talented man who can write the most depressing lyrics.

"There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose...."

Like that?

But then we also have this gem:

"Come back to us, Barbara Lewis, hare krishna, beauregard...."

(One of my favorite lyrics of all time, because it's just so, well, lyrical )

Yes, he also wrote some histerical lyrics.

And then there is this:
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with
No way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert.

....I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down

30 March 2020, 04:27 PM

CHAS

So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello"

The town drunk of my home town called country music, "Depressing music for retarded people."

30 March 2020, 05:59 PM

Nina

Dear Abby, dear Abby
Well I never thought
That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught
We were sitting in the back seat just shooting the breeze
With her hair up in curlers and her pants to her knees
Signed just married

30 March 2020, 06:01 PM

Doug

quote:
Originally posted by CHAS:
quote:
Originally posted by Nina:
quote:
Originally posted by CHAS:
Very talented man who can write the most depressing lyrics.

"There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose...."

Like that?

But then we also have this gem:

"Come back to us, Barbara Lewis, hare krishna, beauregard...."

(One of my favorite lyrics of all time, because it's just so, well, lyrical )

Yes, he also wrote some histerical lyrics.

And then there is this:
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with
No way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert.

....I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down

Dude. That’s Kris Kristofferson.

30 March 2020, 06:02 PM

Doug

You may see me tonight, with an illegal smile…

30 March 2020, 08:24 PM

Nina

it don't cost very much, but it lasts a long while....

31 March 2020, 12:07 AM

CHAS

quote:
Originally posted by Doug:
quote:
Originally posted by CHAS:
quote:
Originally posted by Nina:
quote:
Originally posted by CHAS:
Very talented man who can write the most depressing lyrics.

"There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose...."

Like that?

But then we also have this gem:

"Come back to us, Barbara Lewis, hare krishna, beauregard...."

(One of my favorite lyrics of all time, because it's just so, well, lyrical )

Yes, he also wrote some histerical lyrics.

And then there is this:
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with
No way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert.

....I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down

Dude. That’s Kris Kristofferson.

AACCCKKK! Thought it was Kristofferson doing a Prine song. I was wrong, which is amazing in itself.

31 March 2020, 08:28 AM

wtg

Update from his wife yesterday said that he is stable.

Here's hoping....